A sarcastic, exhausted rant about waking up to horrifying news, political hypocrisy, and the complete joy of unfriending people who voted for weaponized stupidity… while trying to survive three more…
An unhinged meditation on ice crunching, sensory rage, and why that tiny, echoing sound turns me feral. A plea for silence, manners, and my last remaining nerve.
A bitchy love letter to evolution: ditching the tired word “gay,” reclaiming Two-Spirit power, dragging anti-intellectual “anti-woke” nonsense, and reminding us we were born this way. The backlash is temporary.…
A bitchy, unapologetic atheist rant skewering “thoughts and prayers,” organized Christianity, and intellectual laziness. A sharp-tongued celebration of curiosity, science, and personal power—because God isn’t doing the work. Humans are.…
A sober, unapologetic takedown of Galveston’s Mardi Gras—aka Mardi Gross. A weeklong parade of booze, bad decisions, questionable fashion, and even worse smells. Surviving it without drinking deserves applause… or…
A night of awkward hugs, overpriced pasta, minimal décor, and joyless complaints—proof that not every party deserves confetti, but every one deserves commentary.